Chronically Gothic

My gothic lifestyle and boot scootin' attitude have collided in the worst possible way.

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Makin' stuff

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The rat tail is now forever commemorated in the Collection of Gross

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You've got all the love you need inside you, the rest are just snacks.

Louis Roark

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how to live

gunk, junk, funk wrap it up, pack it up, back it up how do I "treat myself" when i don't even know how to *treat* myself. treat myself well, or even like a life form struggling with mental illness How to live: deal with the gunk, the junk, and the funk

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I think I’ll nap

Watching the phone waiting for a word, just a word a word to abate my pain. The next word I get will save me save me from my misery and loneliness. To whom do I owe my time? Is it not just to myself? How to I pay attention to myself? How do I treat myself right? I fall to the floor I bury myself in my bed or do I mean my grave? My depression ties me to the bed. I finally feel called to a purpose,  minimal though it is, I think I’ll nap.

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wild but not free

Chains, I’m chained to you I’m chained to the idea of you I must break these chains. These ideas are false hopes that leave me longing leave me falling head over heels and heels over head and back again.  These chains are too tight. If only I could squeeze, flex, slide, or break to free myself from the misery of your lingering presence in my mind. If only I could chain myself to me force myself to love me to be my one true love to treat myself right to love myself forever.  My father is my mother’s loneliness. I’m crazy about you -- I’m crazy Wild, but not free far from it. Trapped by these chains. Chain me up I can’t stand it any longer, just see me. I’m so sad -- my tears are for me and me alone My sorrow and loneliness envelop me.  I just need to know. Even when you tell me, I have a hard time believing Who could love me?  crazy chained addicted to company -- the company of others why not the company of myself? Why can’t I long for me the way I long for you?

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collect yourself

Oh, to express one’s self with words.  falling over the floor into pieces, can you find them all and put it back together? Your sanity? Gather the pieces in a pile, find your best glue. Does this work? Does it help? To find your thoughts in pieces, tattered and torn, jagged and mangled. “Collect yourself” they say. How much effort and glue could it possibly take?

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Inelegantly and without my consent, time passed.

Miranda July

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If you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have?

Miranda July

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Life is water through wet cloth. It's all trees and sky passing by a car window, and you can never own any of it, no matter how hard you try and no matter how much you want it. The key is to make your peace with that and have as much fun as you can without hurting anyone. There's no meaning of life but there is meaning and life, and it's there waiting for you. All you need to do is open your eyes wide enough to see it when it comes along.

Adam Gnade

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Learning to draw y'all!

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These are my secret Santa 's dogs. I drew them as ac villagers!

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